She's an animation
Drawn out by what inspires her.
A broken heart serves as fuel
To become a monument of comfort
Yet drawn from what she loves
Comfort is what she lacks.
There are finger prints on typewriter keys
Patterned to her past
And explaining what she is,
Regardless of her unknowing.
Here is where she plays
In the waters of her mind,
Teeming with inexperienced fate,
And swarming with schools of choice.
She lets her option carry her,
As her heart breaks even more.
